Da sound ya booty makes

I love da sound ya booty makes, slappin' against your sister and me

While we're all doin' doggy style, on ya momma's new chocolate coloured shag pile

Horny young boys, forever slapping ya booty in da high school class

Even some curious gals, slip in a quick feel, while flashing their hallway pass

The sound ya booty makes, ya must be using an amplifier, with a whole lot of bass

Next time try turning the trebble up, and turning down the bass, just in case

This morning I woke up dead, then picked up the paper and read my obituary

I didn't feel that great, after we did the missionary, wish I was more of a visionary

Shit, I haven't even ironed my black shirt, for my very last day of sunlight

Will I need to take a suitcase or maybe just some shorts and thongs on my one-way flight?

The sound ya booty made, was maybe too loud last night, and put me in a spin

The police came by to check it all out, with some mace, just when I was about to sin

Everyone's got a craze in life and mine just happened to put me in a daze

Should've taken a deeper breath, when going down between ya momma's thighs

Send flowers to my bitches and hoes and never ever forget, ya niggas nice ways

Always tried to satisfy the whole damn world, but still hearing some sad arse sighs

I like the sound ya booty makes, reminds me of a dance track, played by DJ O'Lay

While everyone dances to a beat, I'm hard at work, trying to get ya, to get down and play.
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